My husband pushed me down the stairs, and as I lay shattered at the bottom, my mother-in-law called my father and said, “Come get your worthless daughter and take her back.” Dad gave her only one warning: “If she has so much as a scratch, your family will answer for it.” They laughed at him because they had absolutely no idea who my father truly was.

I disappeared beyond the edge of the camera’s view.

The clip had no sound, and it did not capture my full descent.

It did show that I had not been alone.

It showed a physical confrontation.

Moments later, Celeste entered the frame, looked down the staircase, and ran back toward the study instead of following me.

The footage ended when the recording system split the event into another file.

My stomach turned.